Brenda left soon after but as she lived within walking distance of the office she resolved to come back there a bit later.Carol waited about half an h...ur before driving back to the office and all cars other than Duncan's had left the car park although she had no way of knowing if the office was otherwise empty. She went back inside and it seemed to be deserted, she even checked in the ladies loo, and she made her way to Duncan's office."It seems that we have the place to ourselves," said Carol. "Now we need something nasty for your face". "How about", "clean your fuck stick here" with an arrow to your mouth?"Fuck stick AND ass cleaner". I suggested. "You are a nasty little faggot fuck pig aren't you". "I am" I replied. He used the market to write the message on my face. Well let's not keep them waiting. Leave your shorts and shirt here. You won't be needing them. Lose your shoes and socks as well". We went back past the video booths to the end of the hall and through a door into a. Pushing and heaving, the film showed the block’s wheels turning, while the hooded babe kept bucking and moaning. The block kept on moving with its wild frantic cargo to the edge of the ocean-liners high deck. The camera panned out to give a scene from above, showing a heart-stopping long drop to the sea. The block was pushed further until the front wheels were teetering on the edge of this terrifying long drop to the churning and seething water far below. The babes frantic writhing had become. Donavan found himself in a small windowless room with one small table and two chairs. He couldn’t help but feel like he was in every cop show he had ever watched. No two-way mirror but there was a camera in the corner so he knew he was being watched just the same. He imagined he had been there already for hours without even talking to anyone. The door opened and suddenly he was not alone. “Hello Mr. DeLuna, I am Detective Collins. I just have a few questions. First off, take me through your.